Still no lamb. Every morning I ask OH, when he feeds the ducks and chucks, if there is an extra little lambie around and the answer is always no.
We are all waiting.
I think Edna has changed shape now.
Things have slipped downwards and she walks with a distinct waddle, holding her tail slightly outwards.
I check her every ruddy minute. Oh the worry, I can tell you. Despite my best efforts to keep the Girlzens around the house, Edna wants to be with her “flock” and so I have reluctantly come to the conclusion that it is better for her to be calm and happy and where she wants to be rather than cooped up and agitated.
And, of course, she insists on resting, sitting, and probably giving birth, beside the stream. My greatest fear.
We have had a discussion about this and she assured me all will be fine. I tell myself (as does the family) that Edna is an old and experienced ewe so she knows what she is doing.
Madge is possible evidence of this theory (doesn’t she look good now?)
The Boyzens are about. ‘Bert told me he was fat and not about to give birth.
He did say that with a lovely smile.
Lambie refused to talk. He was bissy stuffing his face.
And ‘Ster continues his mission of just looking gorgeous all the time. It’s 24/7.
And so we wait and check and wait and check ad infinitum.
I almost put money that today was the day but, so far, it isn’t.
I will keep you posted.